Chapter 217: It's not easy to make some money

　　 The dark elf intends to immediately embark on the road of revenge, but Lu Zhengkang saves a meal.
　　 Because there is still no pot, I ate grilled fish. The sea fish is salty, sprinkled with some plant scraps to make it fresh, and the taste is also good.
　　Kalia said that he can prepare supplies for Lu Zhengkang, but the time is uncertain.
　　 The current female nightingale is penniless, and it is the most desolate time. Previously, she said that Lu Zhengkang was given a large amount of compensation as employment fees. It was also a successful revenge, and after she re-blocked her power.
　　 After the meal, Kalia left.
Lu Zhengkang did not go to see him off. Instead, he cut down a good piece of wood in the woods. He came back and built a pine shelf. He put the ten pounds of fish collected in branches and hung it on the shelf. He planned to preserve it for a long time. Opening the belly is a meal, but this shelf will be more and more useful.
Sun Xiaoyue is about to end. Lu Zhengkang has no subjective feelings about it, but he finally recorded the days. It has been three and a half days since the last time I sent Jonas away. If there is a day to go on the road, he has to Search the ruins today and tomorrow.
Ancient Nord Ruins are such a thing as rare, because few people go there, and it is shrouded in a fog of legend and horror. However, it is wrong to say that it is inaccessible. Tomb robbers often enter the tomb to hunt for treasure-and then often be The ghouls and organs inside were killed.
　　 When playing the game, the protagonist Zhagenbao was also jokingly called the demon of running errands. What kind of tomb hasn't been upside down? Which zongzi dare to be arrogant?
As the saying goes, practice makes perfect, Lu Zhengkang is very clear about the urinary nature of this Nordic relic, a tortuous intestine, but both ends are connected. Generally speaking, the owner of the tomb is buried at the end—mostly corpses. ghost.
　　Perhaps in the funeral concept of these ancient barbarians, there is still a dark life after death, and they can smoothly run from the back door to the world to be a demon.
　　 The ruins in the southeastern part of the tundra. I didn’t see the coffin of the tomb owner the last time I went. I don’t know if it was disposed of or it has ran out. However, the riddle door leading to the outer floor of the cemetery has not been opened, and there should be something to search.
After revisiting the old place, Lu Zhengkang took a close look at the surroundings. As it was buried deep underground, most of the structure of the tomb should have been collapsed and damaged. He could only explore from the road where the riddle gate was located, and the opening of the riddle gate was on the front, and Lu Zhengkang was helpless. Can only hit the wall.
The rumbling sound reverberated in the crypt, alarming countless ghosts and ghosts. They woke up from death, followed the sound and fumbled in the direction of Lu Zhengkang, and were killed by the organs still in operation and the beasts and monsters entrenched along the way. Part of it, in the end, the number of people waiting across the door was less than one hundred.
　　 The troll man started from the side of the riddle door, dug a curved passage, around the door, and just cut a light-transmitting hole, a long sword pierced fiercely.
Limited by space, Lu Zhengkang’s giant axe is not easy to play, but he uses claws to drill the rock, and the ghoul’s long sword is held by him at once, and it is knocked on the rock wall by the side of the cave. His hand is so powerful that he directly uses the iron sword. All broken.
　　 The troll man retreated cautiously. He had no idea of ​​fighting in such a disadvantaged situation, so he decided to expand the channel a bit.
　　 He frowned for a while, and suddenly reacted—I am a mage!
　　 immediately summoned the flame element and asked her to continuously shoot fireballs outside the hole.
After the red flame ball hits, it will explode, sending out high temperature and violent shock waves. Lu Zhengkang sinks his heart and tries to absorb the magic energy to supplement the consumption. As more and more primitive magic energy flows in, his eyes also change. Got very bright.
　　 The explosion sounded intermittently for an hour, and the roar of the restless ghoul outside finally calmed down. At this time, the previous small hole had expanded into a four-foot gap, with hot lava flowing.
　　 The flame element stopped casting and went back to the pure land to rest. Lu Zhengkang's sweat dripped on the ground and evaporated again. The room was foggy, and the troll's eyes lit up like a searchlight.
"The waves of wheat are shining with golden light, ten miles of singing is ten miles of fragrant, the good news of the harvest is spread everywhere, and every household is beaming, joyful..." The troll man gently hummed the harvest song in his heart, while gently smashing the semi-melted stone wall-with an axe , After all, he does not have a ruthless iron hand.
Looking outside, this group of old corpses was already burning fast, leaving only ashes. They were not peaceful at all. Their weapons and armor were red and hot. Lu Zhengkang took out the frozen fish from his suitcase and grilled them slightly under the current heat. He swallowed it roundly, then took out the homemade skin water sac, and drank a sip of snow water that was covered with stench and sour.
　　 Lu Zhengkang was very happy. He didn't forget to twist twice when eating. The singing in his heart couldn't help but slip out of the corner of his mouth, and a big mouthful of snow was leaked by the way.
"Cough, huh, huh!" Someone from Lu was almost choked and coughed abruptly. He was obviously aware of his gaffe, so he cleared his throat pretendingly, and looked at the back door of the tomb with a guilty conscience. If the wolves did not follow up, that's good, that's good...
　　 Until now, he has to admit that one thing is that his philosophical outlook is indeed under an implicit impact.
　　 He must seriously consider whether he wants to continue learning spells.
　　 The answer is of course obvious, he must continue to study, there is not much reason.
　　 At the beginning, I made my determination and moved closer to the romantics. Now, of course, I have to show my true colors.
Feeling refreshed, Lu Zhengkang immediately began to sing. His low, hoarse voice sang a festive song very unpleasant. The wolves came in and circled around him from afar~EbookFREE.me~ His eyes were simple and dare not dare. near.
　　 The troll man just wandered in front of the passage for half an hour, and finally couldn't sing anymore and then returned to silence.
　　 It was a little deliberate. Lu Zhengkang touched his mane. The personality change did not happen overnight. You don't have to rush for everything. You always have mountain flowers in full bloom. Only when the wine in the pot is warm can you enjoy the scenery and warm drinks.
At this time, the "incinerator" on the opposite side finally cooled down. Lu Zhengkang went over and searched it. There were not many surviving objects in the fire. Fortunately, real gold was not afraid of being burnt. In an environment of more than a thousand degrees, the proud gold coins were shining , And the younger brother Silver Coin and Tong Zi'er were unfortunately killed in battle, and there was no whole body, or in other words, the death was a lump.
After picking up the gold coins that were not contaminated by the remaining molten metal, it was almost dark. Lu Zhengkang planned to end the day’s work, and the harvest was about 960 good Old Nord gold coins-better than the current game. Putin was valuable and couldn't fit in the bag, so I found a big barrel to bring it.
　　 There are also dozens of Ancient Nord armors and dozens of Ancient Nord sword handles-these things are more or less damaged and of little value, so they are discarded.
　　 Two days later, I'm going to see that little boy. I wonder if he worked hard in the college?
　　 Also, has his martial arts been pulled down?
　　If you are lazy, you can get education...
　　 The troll's gaze patrolled on the snowy field on the moonlit night, and frequently stopped on the wooden branches. The shadows under the beasts cast long black pillars on the low gentle slope, and the aurora above their heads was bright and bright.
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